I feel better after talking to Mike. He isn't in love with me. Which is fine. It was a nice idea that someone that knows me as well as he does could love me, but no. It did feel nice to have him say the things he did to me, but they were under the influence of hallucinogens. Oh well. So it goes. Now I move onward. So I'm not losing him as a friend, but I might for a very short while as he beats himself up for saying what he did. Which he knows he doesn't feel that way. I think I actually feel better that he isn't in love with me, because that is scary. This way, I'm not gaining a boyfriend... something that I honestly think I don't need right now. I think I need to get happy with myself, gain some confidence, get into my own skin before I try to get next to someone else's. Focus on myself, not on someone else.

So I feel better, after talking to him about yesterday and last week. That is why he is my best friend, I can talk to him about anything and feel better in the end. So now I will, as I always do after getting advice from Mike, figure out what to take with a grain of salt and what to take to heart.

I'm nervous about hanging out socially with the people from work again. Tomorrow is one of our friend's birthdays and our Friday at work so he's going to have a party at his house. I figure B&W will be there and that will be my first social interaction with them as a couple. I will not make a fool of myself. I will have fun and not get too drunk. Everything will be fine. Right? Right.

Also, I feel motivated to get off my ass and do things. So I'm working on my mix and hoping to send it out today along with my sister and brother-in-law's birthday presents. I need to clean up. Everything is going to be fine. I'm going to be okay, I'll be just alright.